"It" is a sprit or maive a feeling something i cant explain. Nobody can see "it" not even me, not a shadow not a breaze no nothing, is as if "it never existed but "it" is there how do in know that when i cry "it" cries with me? or does "it" laughf at me hurting? who knows and who do i ask for question i might have about "it"? how can i satisfy my thoughts?....who is "it" im talking about......your soul

-Mayneli R.

Zeus's Dirty Laundry

Wearing your cynicism like armor
that always protects you
except when you're crushed by its weight
Using humor to mask your impotence
Suffocated by your importance
Indignant when questioned
like Zeus
Caught doing dirty laundry
You bottle it up
and moan about no one understands you
The white sheep
that painted itself black
Grace and virtue
are the only things you lack
This is why I hate mirrors
-Arman

Happiness

A pond
flying
blue Sky
gleaming coat
grass and birds
animals moving
people talking
sitting, waiting
preparing
riding forward
sitting tall
jumping up
exhiliration
hanging frozen
time stills
we land
time crashes
i smile

-alexandra p.

Devon K.

Little Girl
Little girl, do you remember when
your mother said 'Oh, what a tangled web we weave'?
Well now you know what she meant
cos your old secrets that you no longer keep
have come back to eat you alive,
tear you apart and spit you out.
You should have known all along
that trust is not what life's about.
Trust is a gift that friends earn
not something to give out freely like you would.
Trust is not meant for just anyone.
Little girl, know that now you should.

Raindrops
Raindrops fall until tomorrow
Like the endless unforgiving sorrow,
Pittering to the symphonic melodies
Writing their own death-defying eulogies.

Students: Here is a great site for writing ideas

http://stoney.sb.org/eno/oblique.html

Branching Out by Yasmine Saqer

I am standing on a branch of a tree
miles high above the ground.
Only the clouds are below me
and more branches surround me.
The tree is leafless
and has no other forms of life but me.
I want to touch surface with the earth,
but I don't know which branch will take me there.
I wish I could freefall,
but I know the clouds won't catch me.
So I'll continue to stand here,
and grow as the tree does,
moving farther away from the ground.

LOVE

L-ove is a word of great meaning.
O-f joy of passion of pain,
V-eil of new unkown meaning.
E-ver and ever again.
Tim K.